Somebody decided to stop fighting me on my attempts at "hair control."
And finding out that pigtails are not the end of the universe, that same someone might even LIKE them!
The battle really begins when we start to brush Ella's hair. No matter how carefully, no mater how slowly I tease out little tangles, I would hear a screaming, screeching, hissing fit. I think I've finally wore her down.
Maybe those hair follicles have toughened up a little. Or something.
I take my tiny victories where ever they occur. Whoo hoo!!!